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☀Guest #9☀: Shaun Henry Wayland (@ShayTree)

Name: Shaun Henry Wayland

Age: 20

Location: The tippy-top region of Ohio (he occasionally screams insults over the Michigan/Ohio border, because that's what a true Ohioan must do).

Occupation: Main job right now is keeping up on college academia and making sure he knows the difference between a spur and bifurcation; a Bachelor's in Forensic Science is comin' in hot and ready. Also probably works at Party City or retail. Somethin' like that.

Personality: Ah, here we go. When asking his boyfriend how he would describe him, he replied with, "obnoxious little fucker that laughs at everything and will help only the people he likes out of ditches." In reply, Shaun had said, "That sounds about right." But no, really, Shaun likes to live, simply put. He likes throwing humor into things and making others laugh, and he likes talking to people, and he likes living like a child most of the time since he'd squandered all of that earlier. A middle-finger goes up at the same time a dinosaur-shaped chicken nugget goes in. Breathing in the outside air is the most beautifully refreshing thing, and appreciating things as they are is something he desperately tries to live by. He's an anxious boy, though, and a little paranoid and irresponsible and sometimes temperamental, and, worst of all, a hopeless romantic. Also, the queer is strong with this one. Also, memes.

Appearance: Well, he looks kind of like a fetus, if he's gotta tell the truth. Shaun missed out on the puberty train when it came around and had to wait around 'til it got back; thankfully, the jaw was always defined ("you got a jawline for dayz, hunty" - something someone said once), and the baby fat in the cheeks is starting to shrink and smooth out. Oh, and glasses, too. Alrighty, more details. He's got brown hair that always sticks out straight, kinda resembling a rhino horn right after a shower, and occasionally throws a fuckboy hat on to dispel the singular devil horn. And, though he knows it's gonna have to go away someday, all he wears is hoodies, sweatshirts, sweatpants, and jeans. Keeps a kiddo warm in the fall, at least. Fuck, fall is so aesthetically pleasing.

Backstory: Shaun Henry Wayland was born and raised in Central Ohio to a mother and a father, two people who didn't get along in very good ways but that's nothing to get into here. At some point, a younger brother came along, and even later, a younger sister who's just started first grade. For some reason, he'd always bonded better with the sister; there's another half-sister floating around in the great unknown somewhere, but he's never met her. Right, moving on. He'd always shown academic promise, and ended up pulling plenty of merit scholarships as a result of always wanting to see a string of As. It might also be worth noting that Shaun hadn't always been Shaun, but that's a story for another day. Life had been an odd mix of scary and dull before college, but now it's all sorting itself out like it should. There's nothing else to say here.

Biggest Fears: Death; ironic, considering the major of choice. It's just a pretty spooky thing, not bein' able to feel all the things. Also spiders, inadequacy, awkward people who can't take the hint that you want to be left alone, being upside-down, big dogs, anesthesia, and a plethora of other things. Shaun is a pussy.